Spring Green Wintergreen

As Legacy followed the path, she ran through the characteristics of the Wintergreen plant she needed; the berries were edible, the leaves medicinal with a distinct flavor and used for pains. This time of year, only the leaves would be found, but it didn’t take her long to spot the leaves in a sunny spot in the wooded patch she’d passed through.

She twisted to bring her left saddlebag forward, sitting back on his haunches as she dug her head into the bag and came out with a digging stick made from a moose antler painstakingly whittled and rubbed down into an almost spoon shape, with one point for piercing the dirt before the trowel-like wide point would be used to either scoop away the dirt or pry the desired object from the soil.

Delicately, Legacy bent and sank the digging tool into the soil, taking note of the consistency as she levered a clod out. Acidic, well-draining. These should take reasonably well in the Plains.

Approaching paw steps brought her attention briefly away from her work, one plant halfway levered from the ground, to see a young man only a bit taller than herself, marked in warm earthy brown bars. He appeared deep in thought, so she merely nodded with a light smile and delicate wag of greeting before she turned back to her business.

Her posture wasn’t unwelcoming, but she didn’t wish to intrude on whatever mental monologue he might be going through. It looked like an important task.